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Jobu 7
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Jobu
Capitolo 7
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Nije l' vojska život čovjekov na zemlji? Ne provodi l' dane poput najamnika?
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Kao što trudan rob za hladom žudi, poput nadničara štono plaću čeka,
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mjeseci jada tako me zapadoše i noći su mučne meni dosuđene.
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Liježuć' mislim svagda: 'Kada ću ustati?' A dižuć se: 'Kada večer dočekati!' I tako se kinjim sve dok se ne smrkne.
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PÓut moju crvi i blato odjenuše, koža na meni puca i raščinja se.
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Dani moji brže od čunka prođoše, promakoše hitro bez ikakve nade.
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Spomeni se: život moj je samo lahor i oči mi neće više vidjet' sreće!
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Prijateljsko oko neće me gledati; pogled svoj u mene upro si te sahnem.
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Kao što se oblak gubi i raspline, tko u Šeol siđe, više ne izlazi.
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Domu svome natrag ne vraća se nikad, njegovo ga mjesto više ne poznaje.
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Ustima ja svojim stoga branit' neću, u tjeskobi duha govorit ću sada, u gorčini duše ja ću zajecati.
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Zar sam more ili neman morska, pa si stražu nada mnom stavio?
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Kažem li: 'Na logu ću se smirit', ležaj će mi olakšati muke',
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snovima me prestravljuješ tada, prepadaš me viđenjima mučnim.
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Kamo sreće da mi se zadavit'! Smrt mi je od patnja mojih draža.
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Ja ginem i vječno živjet neću; pusti me, tek dah su dani moji!
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Što je čovjek da ga toliko ti cijeniš, da je srcu tvojem tako prirastao
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i svakoga jutra da njega pohodiš i svakoga trena da ga iskušavaš?
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Kada ćeš svoj pogled skinuti sa mene i dati mi barem pljuvačku progutat'?
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Ako sam zgriješio, što učinih tebi, o ti koji pomno nadzireš čovjeka? Zašto si k'o metu mene ti uzeo, zbog čega sam tebi na teret postao?
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Zar prijestupa moga ne možeš podnijeti i ne možeš prijeći preko krivnje moje? Jer, malo će proći i u prah ću leći, ti ćeš me tražiti, al' me biti neće.”
Job
Capitolo 7
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Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
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As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
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So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
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The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
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As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
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He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
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Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
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When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
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Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
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So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
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I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
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And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
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How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
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I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
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And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.